. The adventures of a tropical tramp. th pain, the wholefamily broke their line, swinging to the groundand attacking the man with fury. He had fledback to the settlement, where it took the wholepopulation with clubs to drive the animals away. Perhaps these were only stories, or possibly themonkeys we met were of a less aggressive speciesand frightened by our number. They were notthe red ones that howl so terribly, but a silvergray variety. Their only idea seemed to be toescape. As the first one fell to the ground, a most sur-prising change came over Menichi. With aqueer gurgling laugh, the hid
. The adventures of a tropical tramp. th pain, the wholefamily broke their line, swinging to the groundand attacking the man with fury. He had fledback to the settlement, where it took the wholepopulation with clubs to drive the animals away. Perhaps these were only stories, or possibly themonkeys we met were of a less aggressive speciesand frightened by our number. They were notthe red ones that howl so terribly, but a silvergray variety. Their only idea seemed to be toescape. As the first one fell to the ground, a most sur-prising change came over Menichi. With aqueer gurgling laugh, the hideous old Indianleaped from the canoe. His sore toes were for-gotten. He rushed up the bank like a young boy,seized the fallen monkey, and raced back to thewaters edge to clean it. Before the rest of uswere back from the chase, he had it scraped andcleaned, and was joyously roasting it over a fire. To suggest continuing our journey was to in-vite a mutiny. There was no moving on until thefeast was over. Led by old Menichi, the Indians. BEFORE THE REST OF US WERE BACK FROM THE CHASEHE HAD IT SCRAPED AND CLEANED Canoeing Through the Wilderness 277 prepared to eat the monkeys. Menichi was thelife of the party. When we photographed thegroup, he set up one of the creatures, stuck a forkand knife in its hands, placed his battered strawhat on the animaPs head, and then to complete hisown picturesque make-up, he posed with a turkeybone between his pointed teeth. It was a gruesome feast. The monkeys, withtheir coat of fur singed off, looked like humanbabies. Out of curiosity I tried the meat. Ittasted rather like pork, and was not at all bad, al-though any one with imagination must feel like acannibal when eating it. Even jaguar and Jtapirare eaten in this country. The vaca marina, orsea cow, which is found in the larger tributariesof the Amazon, is held in disdain by the natives,but was recommended by two American explor-ers I met as the most delicious thing they hadever tasted. Crocodi
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